Reflective Essay: Alice in Wonderland -- Charles Lutwidge Dodgson Lewi

in that respect and back again with AliceI gasp my hands on my knees, circle over, break through of breath. I can feel my lungs compressing and jabing solid against my chest in an effort to fit just a runty more air. My palms are wet, beads of sweat trickle down my forehead, make my hair feel wet and sticky. My shirt is drenched in sweat. I stare at the ground and see the stalks of grass, standing tall worry trees to the tiny ants that scurry among them. What I must count like to those modest creatures, like a giant, so big that I block the brilliance sun and give them shade. I wonder if they are afraid of me? I lift my eyes and glance ahead. Im virtually there, entirely a couple more meters. I key out footsteps behind me, theyre catching up quickly. Its now or never. I push off with my back foot and go into a sprint. My heart speeds up, almost as fast as Im running and I can hear its pounding in my head, like a prisoner beating on locked doors, hopeing to be free. I f it had feet of its own it mogul run alongside me and race me to the fort, but thats silly, hearts tangle witht switch feet. I swing my arms back and onwards to help me run faster and I try to take longer strides. Im running so fast now, I feel like everything around me is standing still, as if Im the only if thing in the world that is moving. I dont want to stop running, I want to keep going, faster and faster, forever. Now I understand why my heart pounds so hard, why it tries to push out of my chest and run on its little feet and never stop, never look back. But I cannot keep on running forever, I have to stop. My legs finally give in and I plop onto the stiff ground. The form sticks to my sweaty clothes and turns into mud. I take big, loud breaths but I cannot hear myself because my heart is sti... ...in a scientific experiment. Everything is set to provide you with the accurate living(a) conditions, the right amount of food, water, the right temperature, etc. And whi le youre in that perfect, controlled environment you feel safe, you feel happy and yet, somewhere lingering in the depths of your mind is the gnawing sensation that at any given moment somebody will unscrew the lid on your jar and let in the wrong air, that you will be forced to light up from your perfect world and dragged, kicking and screaming into the world that everyone else lives in.That is my fear. That I will wake up one day and not be able to upshot to the world in my dreams but that I will have to fill to survive in the real world. Much like the adventuresome Alice, my wish is to live somewhere between the non fiction and fantasy of daily life, to provide the lines to be blurry. But how blurry?